Communication with satellites is lost

Before entering the forest, I felt like a Lego figure missing pieces. I had the general outline, but the full picture was not visible.

I went into the forest to rebuild myself. Maybe not as I was in the past, but the important thing is to be in the same place, in the same body (if it's still alive). It's like sitting in a waiting room where they announce all the flights, and the passengers, happy, board and fly to better worlds. They run to boarding with a sparkle in their eyes. But your flight is constantly delayed... It's as if life is passing you by.

And now, I'm on board a huge ship where everything develops according to the laws of nature. Not according to the rules that people made up. The old crew is gone. There is no more of the old life either. Attempts to revive, cling on, or return are ephemeral.

The only option left is to close your eyes and enter a state of hibernation on the way to a faded paradise, not knowing if it's real or a myth. When you open your eyes again, you see darkness. Through the darkness, rays of light shine, giving hope for a miracle, salvation, resurrection.

I don't remember exactly when I stopped existing, wandering aimlessly through endless paths in complete unfamiliarity, with eyes full of life. I turn down side streets, looking up at the birds that will soon fly south, leaving me here with broken wings. It's easier to forget, like a dream, but overcoming fear, I cry out: "Au!" searching for my own, so that the darkness won't win. Even in the depths of darkness, you can find light that will reflect positivity in your heart.

You can't measure the depth of darkness with your hands; you'll just flounder like in a pudding. Inhale the vapors of the tired earth, which, like armatures, are bound by the roots of the pines. I wrap myself in a prickly blanket of dreams... to wake up and tell everyone.

I easily found the entrance to this imagined salvation. I turned from one path to another. My head told me that this was the right way. I kept turning, and it was like a spiral, a witch's circle. I forgot where the exit was (did I know it at all?). I'm stuck between heaven and earth, firmly holding course to the unknown. Will the road to light open, or will it remain closed?

If anything, look for me here.